Like it was in the beginning, forming, rising up from the mud,
Taking a breath, perhaps a stretch, in order to find,
My strength, my vision, my reason in time.
Can I walk? Can I talk? Am I not alone?
Whispers as I’m waking, thoughts arising too,
Some good, some bad, some I wish I knew.
Finding my way, still darkness before day,
I begin with prayer, because I begin to hear,
A calling, a purpose, a voice I know in my ear,